"You little bastard, you're getting ahead of yourself. Do you really think slaughtering a town makes you invincible?" Elder Shen Benyou glared at Li Huowang, his face etched with displeasure.
His body trembled slightly, and the rusty nails embedded in him shot out, flying toward Li Huowang.
But against all expectations, as the nails flew halfway, Li Huowang—who was in the middle of cutting his own throat—dodged with uncanny agility.
An eerie smile crept onto Li Huowang's haggard face. He stamped down on the Great Thousand Record beneath his feet and, with a rush of wind, charged toward the five Elders.
"Protect the Elder!" Flames instantly erupted from the bodies of Shou San, Tou Qi, and the other Ao Jing Sect believers. As they raised their hands in unison, the fire on their bodies seemed to spread like a contagion, appearing on Li Huowang and igniting his red Daoist Robe.
